Not Just a Number

Rant ahead.   Apologies extended ahead of time.

Oh, to be a man. 

 
September 2010 004
September 2010 – Men in uniform!

No, not really.  I love being a woman.  I love dresses and heels and lipstick  Burt’s Bees tinted lip balm, but seriously?  The Knight NEVER tries clothes on unless he’s renting a tux or buying a suit.   He can buy shorts at WalMart or Belk, and regardless of the manufacturer, he wears the same flippin’ size.

Doesn’t that sound nice?  See, this rant was generated by my hubby’s very supportive suggestion yesterday that instead of racing home then back to town for a meeting, I should just head to town and shop for clothes that fit.  I was giddy; while he rarely fusses about my shopping sprees, it’s even rarer for him to send me forth to spend money on clothes. 

Old Navy Get Ruffled Look

HA!  Maybe he knew that just as I had found Saturday at Old Navy, I wouldn’t even know what sizes to take to the dressing room.  No, I’m not having body image issues.  I know where I’m trim and where I could still lose a bit, and I’m no longer trying to try on sizes that are what I wore before I lost weight. 

And yet still…  I had shopping FAIL after FAIL yesterday.   What the size charts say I should wear and what kinda’ fits aren’t the same, in some cases, not by a long shot. 

Don’t even type the words “vanity sizing” in the comments.  I take no solace in the fact that I’ve skimmed similar plights on fashion blogs, even heard a story about vanity sizing on the news earlier this week.  Something about the standard for men’s sizing originating with the military and uniforms, so it is – hem – uniform, while we chickadees tended to make our own clothes or have them made for us for longer, or some such bunk.

The elusive jean capris - Talbot's style

This most certainly is NOT a slam at my dear friends who sew their own clothes.  They have skills I lack, skills I don’t have time or inclination to acquire at this point in my life.  I insist I should be able to find clothes that fit, and evidently, I’m not alone.

I also don’t want to hear that I just need to try different manufacturers/stores, one after another, until I find brands/lines that fit ME.  True that, but honestly, with another third of what I’ve already lost yet to go, I can’t afford to stock up on Lilly P for the warm season and there just aren’t that many stores in podunk with more than two of any given size in any given item, and if you’ve been reading along, you can see that ordering four of an item in assorted sizes from an online retailer isn’t exactly practical either!

I think I am going to give up and wear the two skirts and three dresses that fit until they’re thread-bare or otherwise unfit for public.  Losing weight and getting a new wardrobe was supposed to be fun.

End rant.

***edited to add…  I didn’t mean to avoid comments.  To my fellow WordPress users, scroll below the post text area and click on “discussion” and allow comments, or you might not have comments either. 

*** edit to the edit.  I’ve clicked.  I’ve updated.  I’ve previewed, and STILL WordPress won’t allow me to have comments.  Sigh.  I do care what you have to say, so hang on…

***edit x 3.  Why WordPress, WHY?!  I like comments.  I want comments.  I click “allow comments” over and over, clicking update and preview in between…

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